✬ ivan ✬ 「he/him 」 ୨⎯ favorites ⎯୧ ╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ designer ; @.kingsdee art ; @.puddleguppies ╚══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╝ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. needs ; updated reference more fleshed our backstory ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ design notes ; fluffy galaxy tail [made of smoke-like substance] whisker-things on back ✦✦✦✦ backstory + character notes ; Birds chirped overhead, their calls echoing through the canopy. The soft rush of water could be heard in the near distance, its frothy white water pulling in and back at the bank. In a flash, the sounds of laughter broke the delicate fabric of the silence, and the sounds of paws squishing in the mud floated into the air. "C'mon!" Cried a small black cat. He tore through the undergrowth, his smoky tail trailing after him in a hurry. Two more cats followed on his heels, their laughter echoing on the treetops. "Last one in's a rotten fish!" Yowled the black cat, skidding to a halt at the white foam gathering at the bank. "Wait, Ivan!" One of his friends called, his ears flattened against his head. Ivan turned his head, his eyes glinting with annoyance and curiosity. As he padded back, he could hear the soft murmuring of his friends. Ivan raised an eyebrow, as if demanding an explanation for pausing the fun. "Ivan, didn't you forget about Siracruda?" Questioned his friend, his head tilted to the side. Ivan rolled his eyes. "Apollo, it's a myth! It's just something our parents tell us to keep us from going to far." When Apollo still looked skeptical, he sighed. "Look, I'll go all the way to the bottom, and I'll get some sand as proof." Apollo's eyes widened. "But-" Ivan cut off his protest. "It's fine! Watch!" Ignoring his friends unsure grumbles, he raced back to the shore, his tail waving in excitement. Without hesitation, he dove in, shocked by the coldness of the water. He hadn't expected the water to be this cold- or dark for that matter. It was summer! Ignoring the chill biting at his whiskers and paw pads, he dove deeper, hoping desperately that the bottom was near. He reached a paw out, worry piercing his heart as he realized he couldn't see an end in sight. Determined to show his friends, he pushed on despite the vague feeling of pressure on his lungs. He continued, white dots now beginning to swim before his eyes and a burning sensation in his throat noticeably getting worse. /Come on../ He pleaded, the claws of fear lifting its grip on his heart as he began to see the hazy, darker color of the sand. Using the last of his air, he outstretched a paw, scooping a handful of sand and propelling himself upwards. By now the burning was almost unbearable, panic beginning to seize his heart once more. He opened his mouth in a silent scream, his eyes wide and glinting with frenzy. Using the remainder of his strength, he burst through the top, taking in a huge gulp of air. Coughing out bursts of water, he collapsed at the bank, the sand falling through his fingers. He lay there winded for several minutes, taking in huge breaths of precious air. He felt as if his legs were made of jelly as he stumbled forward, calling desperately to his friends. No answer came in response. "Apollo?" He tried again, his gaze blurred by tears. He scanned the undergrowth. Nothing. "Apollo!" He screamed, the force ripping at his throat. Silence answered his call. A sob choked his throat, coming out wrangled. His friends were gone, and the bird calls had ceased. He was alone. Utterly alone. [Basically he drowned, and he didn't know it. So now he is a ghost wandering the border between the otherworld and the real world. He was dead, and he never realized it.] before death ; playful, joyful, kind after death ; secluded, sad, aloof he refuses to believe he died .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. extra art ; @.pixzunami @.pixzunami @.pixzunami @.pixzunami @.pixzunami @.pixzunami @.pixzunami @.alostworld09imagine @.alostworldimagine09 @.-MaqentaReverse-
